Squirting Surrender

Skylar Snow hangs from the ceiling, wrists locked overhead. The ball gag stretches her jaw wide. Clothes fall away in ragged strips. Clothespins bite between her toes, then on her nipples. The crop slices down. Current snaps through her flesh. The paddle thuds after each shock. A Hitachi never leaves her clit. When she comes, clear fluid jets across the concrete. Lifted higher, legs parted, tits cinched in rope, clover clamps bite her tender nipples. Your cock drives straight into her cunt while the clamps swing with every thrust. Later she's bent forward, arms yanked behind her back, knees spread. Bastinado cracks across her soles. The flogger rains down. You take her ass without mercy, hips slapping skin until she's gasping through the gag. At the end she drops to her knees again. Thick ropes of come paint her face, drip from her chin, and pool on the floor.